This
was my first Maupassant novel and it impressed me as a brilliantly told story
about how a journalist-turned-parvenu of low-born parentage attained status,
wealth and power by sleazy means in Third Republic France.
In
a witty and crisp style, the story flows smoothly along as the protagonist
jumps from one woman’s embrace to the next, gathering each time more worldly
benefits like career advancement, social recognition, wealth and status. His
only weapon of conquest is his youth and his handsome face, hence his nickname
“Bel Ami”, apart from a heart of steel. Maupassant sketches with virtuosity
each of his cold, calculated social-climbing ventures with smirking irony,
barely hiding his own scornful snide at the Parisian society’s bourgeois-capitalist
immorality and journalistic farce.
After
reading the first few chapters, I thought the protagonist seemed to bear
resemblance to Eugene de Rastignac in Balzac’s “Le Pere Goriot” and Julien
Sorel in Stendhal’s “The Red and the Black”. When I reached the end though, I had
to conclude that Georges Duroy is the true heartless, predatory and
hypocritical villain of the three.
This
novel, being a 19th century work of realist fiction, deals with
themes that are just as contemporary as they are historical. It makes one mull
over the connection between today’s unbridled capitalism and societies’ lack of
scruples.
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